Sweartagod to this day I can’t speak the phrase “a hundred feet of rope” without recalling what a self-righteous little piece of shit Don McLean was when he was young*. Sure could play a guitar, though.
But what brings all that to mind is that I think I have a plan to get the target stand back on its feet. But it requires a literal hundred feet of rope. And also a come-along. I had the come-along, but not the rope.
Now I do. 🙂
And tomorrow we’ll see if my brilliant plan works.
I promise not to lynch anybody.
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*and yet he’s one of my all-time favorite artists. This song pretty much sums up my life up till around the turn of the century, when everything fell apart despite all my efforts. And I sang it by heart many years before everything fell apart.
At his peak this guy could fill a theater without a backup band. Damn he could pick a guitar, and he had some things to say. I still think he was a self-righeous little prick back then, but I loved him anyway.
Looks like pretty good rope, but I hope taking the stretch out of that much rope doesn’t use up the entire “stroke” of your come-along. Fixing the tight end and taking another “bite” on the come-along can get tricky. Beeeee careful!
We’ll need a full after-action report, with pics, etc.
😉
It’s been many years, but I’ve hauled cars out of the mud with a come-along. Sideways.
Pics will come, given the slightest chance. 😉
I think I’d rather claw my eye’s out with a rusty fork than listen to that guy. Give me 25′ of para cord and a tree, and him and his ilk can be dealt with. Now that’s entertainment!
BTW love the addition and the water pics, stay safe.